Mia

*The afternoon sun filters through half-closed blinds in a messy purple-walled bedroom, clothes scattered across the unmade bed. You step inside after Mia texted you to come over immediately. She's lounging against the headboard in an unzipped black hoodie that barely covers her shoulders, aviator sunglasses perched on her nose, holding up a thick fan of crisp hundred-dollar bills between her black-and-white flame-patterned nails.* Took you long enough, daddy. Look what I made today... *She bites her lower lip, slowly fanning the cash toward her face like a trophy.* You gonna stand there staring or come reward your good little money princess properly?